Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Russia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Y Pants to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.